LAUGHING

You ask about the source of comedy

Why only nonsense quietly perceived

Non sequiturs wrapped up in lily pads

Disasters imagined reasonably

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Nonsense is the last refuge of geniuses

It’s never out of place or verboten

Its gastric juices contain vintners’ tears

It is mellifluous when served with partridge eggs

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Nonsense sans heaven’s tragedy I think

Like giving credence to F. Nietzsche’s blink

Or letting filthy water rest in sink

Or lacking taste and allowing a wink